Bubbles dwahling!

The wetter the better.


Toots took me for a wander this morning. The stream has a bit more water running now, so I tried a few underwater shots. Two years ago I presented Mrs Booty with an Oly Mju 1030 SW in a futile attempt to get our hobbies such as they are to converge. The camera is brilliant, it's waterproof, if it gets sand on it just rinse under a tap and it's fit to go, rather like Mrs Booty. I use it so it's also idiot proof, just.


This is a runnel between two piles of leaves so there was plenty of disruption and bubbles created. I think I may do more of these, but how long can Mrs Booty hold her breath? Who knows? She has virtually given up on the camera, preferring her pastime as a Blacksmith and welder. It's probably something to do with smouldering anthracite and red hot pokers that really keeps her interest, although she has a way with an oxy-acetylene kit that leaves me wide mouthed with horror and wonder.